harsh breaths batter the otherwise still room
as your dangerous game of lion and lamb hovers
palpably between your prowl and the pounce
uselessly, my body lies deathly motionless, lest
i give you reason to show me why my heart
races and stutters when you move closer
love, yes, but fear and promises, and knowledge
you want me jagged and broken; bloodied and bruised
the intensity of your gaze vows the embrace of a
thousand graves with the writhing torment of
reanimation in your image; a broken toy
remade by your fire creeping through the
very bones you’d love to break

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